Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton - Chapter 587

Chapter 587: Chapter 331 God’s Power? Which God?_1

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Leading the Skeleton of the God back, Dyson asked, “Do you have a name?”

The Skeleton of the God was puzzled for a while but after Dyson repeated the question, it understood that Dyson was trying to converse with it. Its soul trembled as it responded, “I have forgotten.”

“Really? You have even forgotten your own name? Does the divine power even work after death?” Dyson grimaced, resigning to saying, “Then I’ll call you Divine Bone.”

The Skeleton of the God remained silent, expressing no understanding.

“Divine Bone, Lord Locke has requested that you cooperate with me to eliminate the minions of the God of the Forgotten. Due to my unusual status, I am currently hidden within the Church of Light, collecting information for Lord Locke. I have to keep this a secret, hence why you’ll have to do the work alone. I will guide you towards your target when the time comes. Also, do you possess any abilities or skills?” Dyson asked.

Divine Bone continued to look confused.

“I mean, do you have any kind of skills or combat strategies?” Dyson sighed.

Dyson was already disappointed that he couldn’t trick the Lord of Mourning into coming out. Now, he was saddled with this dolt. Judging by its demeanor, it appeared not very intelligent.

When he noticed the divine seal on its forehead, Dyson was thrilled. A skeleton derived from a divine body should be quite powerful, right? But after a few words, he realized that a skeleton is, in the end, just a skeleton.

After repeating his question several more times, Divine Bone finally understood what Dyson had asked. Suddenly, Divine Bone arched its body and started howling silently.

Dyson couldn’t hear this silent roar and was wondering what Divine Bone was up to when the ground began to boil. Countless skeletons began crawling out of the ground, sprinting towards his location.

“A skeleton summoning? How is that supposed to help?” Dyson murmured.

Just as he finished speaking, a space rift emerged next to Divine Bone, out of which sprang a Golden Skeleton.

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“Spatial summoning!” Dyson abruptly shouted in shock.

It was just the beginning. Space rifts kept rapidly appearing around Divine Bone, from which emerged one Golden Skeleton after another, at least two dozen of them.

Upon arrival, these Golden Skeletons looked left and right before their gaze focused on Dyson.

In many knight novels, summoners are described, and some of these low-level summoners are able to summon beings from other spaces to assist them in battle, a concept which is quite irrational.

The power required to penetrate space is immense and beyond the reach of low-level summoners. Only extremely powerful Space Mages like Hiludi, an Arcane Magician, can quickly penetrate within the same plane.

If wanting to cross into another plane, precise coordinates and rigorous calculations are needed. It’s not something Hiludi can easily achieve.

So, spatial summoning is definitely not an easy feat. Otherwise, the trade stations and Fortress of Heaven would lose their value.

However, this Skeleton of the God managed to casually summon a group of Golden Skeletons to its side. Furthermore, it seemed far from exhausted, rather it seemed like it had run out of Golden Skeletons to summon. Could it be that Silver Skeletons did not pique its interest?

As Dyson was pondering, he suddenly realized that the Golden Skeletons were all marching towards him.

“Don’t attack! I am on your side!” Dyson conjured a Holy Shield in front of him, blocking the charge of one of the Golden Skeletons…

Luckily, Divine Bone quickly restrained them. Otherwise, dozens of Golden Skeletons would have torn Dyson apart, creating an unfortunate incident in history: Archbishop Dyson convokes reinforcements, only to be beaten to death by them.

Thankfully, such a tragedy didn’t occur. However, catching sight of his Holy Shield, Divine Bone looked curiously at Dyson.

“On a mission, on a mission. I’m currently undercover in the Church of Light. It’s normal for me to have learned a few Divine Light Magic tricks. Alright, let’s go. We need to keep a low profile. I will lead you out of here.”

Dyson took out various items such as leather armour, hoods, and targets from his storage ring, and meticulously cloaked Divine Bone and the Golden Skeletons from head to toe. He then teleported them to the Master Plane.

First, he decided to find a secret place to hide the Golden Skeletons and then lead Divine Bone away.

After making these arrangements, two days had passed. Dyson, along with Divine Bone, headed north of the Black Mountain Kingdom to reunite with the dwarf army. His body-double had already led his men to merge with the dwarf army to circumvent the Black Mountain Kingdom, and launch an attack on the Goddess of Beauty City from the edge of the desert.

This time, all of Dyson’s elite forces had been assembled. These were his confidants, whom he wouldn’t usually mobilize without reason.

The Land of the Fallen was holding back Harvey’s Undead Army. Having undergone construction for over a thousand years, it was a force to be reckoned with.

He had always thought that the Dragon God Transformation belonged to the Dragon Clan. If the Giant Dragon Clan did not interfere, Dyson felt that his forces would be enough to conquer the Goddess of Beauty City. He allied with the dwarves to minimize casualties.

Guliani’s ambassadors also issued a warning to the Dragon Clan, forbidding them from intervening in the continental struggles, hoping that Brooks would listen. However, if Brooks did not comply, then…

When his excitement took over, he could feel a surge of power welling up within him. But at the thought of Divine Bone behind him, he immediately suppressed it.

Just as they were about to reach their rendezvous point, Dyson noticed something odd. There were people tilling the land on the side of the road.

Yes, tilling the land. Who on earth would be farming in such a desolate wilderness?

For the sake of discretion, Dyson had specifically chosen a secluded spot to the north of the Black Mountain Kingdom, separated by a mountain, where there was hardly any foot traffic. And yet, there were people farming here?